When, at times, the spiritual aspirant feels as though there’s no reason to go on…because he can no longer believe in an imagined good somewhere ahead of him, he comes to what seems a complete dead end. And yet, it […]
Winter cannot recall the fullness of summer, Nor summer the trees grown stark and cold, So seasons pass in the footsteps of each other, Never growing younger or ever turning old.
Our True Self is, in part, a secret field where a never-ending cycle of ebb and flow plays itself out in passing expressions of alternating fullness and emptiness, much as runoff winter waters from great mountains rush down to fill […]
We can either spend our time thinking about what we don’t have, feeling empty and bitter over some imagined contentment lost… or we can become quietly aware of what we already are and find there, within our Self, what is […]
In those times when we’re busy dreaming up the next plan, the next love, the next thrill, aren’t we really looking for a way to renew ourselves? Most of us experience “renewal” when some idea or a hope that we […]
The autumnal equinox marks the beginning of nature’s quiet retreat, a return journey back into the great “storehouse of life” wherein she will rest for awhile before becoming active once again. We see this same dynamic principle of outflow and […]
Unseen by those who feel empty, rejected by those full of regret, and feared by those who resist change… is this inescapable spiritual fact concerning emptiness, sorrow, or fear: our lives are full of what we fill them with!
In this podcast, Guy Finley reveals the serenity in the wholeness of the present moment. Our current nature thinks it can add something to Life. When we see a beautiful scene in nature, or hear glorious music, we know that […]
QUESTION If there’s really a way to take the torment out of personal loss, I want to know about it. But the whole idea of not feeling loss also frightens me in a way that’s hard to describe. I mean, […]
Life will fill Whatever you empty . . . And whatever you fill, Life will empty. That’s the code; The hidden conduct of contentment Wrapped in mystery, Filled with contradiction.